A Visit from Gwyndyllyn
Sephy awoke to the sound of bells. They were so faint she wondered at first if they were part of her dream: A warm, tingly dream she couldn’t quite remember, but desperately desired to resume.
She blinked. Did she see a dim little pink light flitting around beneath the sheet that covered her undeveloped young body? There seemed to be a flickering glow centered right above her pussy. As she tried to focus it seemed to weave to-and-fro beneath the sheet, and as it did the warm, tingling sensation grew stronger and centered itself directly under the light.
Sephy carefully lifted the sheet and peered beneath. There, to her astonishment, was a pink butterfly perched right at the top of her pussy mound, just at the top of her little slit. It glowed faintly and unfolded its wings. She sighed with delicious contentment.
The tiny creature beat its wings and rose into the air. Through the fog in her brain Sephy wondered what had become of the heavy flannel nightgown she always wore to bed. Never before in her short life had she slept in the nude. Her mother and father would have been appalled at the thought, but tonight it seemed inevitable and right to her.
Suddenly the butterfly flitted from her mound to her chest, trailing a stream of glowing pixie dust. To Sephy’s astonishment she now saw the creature was no butterfly at all, but a tiny, naked girl with floating blonde hair, small breasts, and a cute face that reminded her of Tinkerbelle. As Sephy watched in wonder, the pixie spun in tight circles an inch above her left nipple. As she felt the glowing dust touch her like a butterfly kiss, her flat, little girl nipple popped up and began to harden.
In a twinkling the little pixie turned to Sephy’s right nipple and touched it with her tiny wand. Up it jumped to match it’s twin! Sephy gasped at the wonderful sensations radiating from her hard little tits. Her hands reached up of their own accord, and she began to lightly caress the softness of her left breast while the pixie worked its magic on her right. They were still very small, but tonight for the first time, Sephy was delighted to have breasts!
The wonderful tingling warmth spread across her chest and back down to her pussy where she had first beheld the enchanting little creature responsible for this magical transformation. Now the sound of bells was becoming more familiar, more comprehensible, almost the singing of an inhuman but girlish voice. Sephy began to fancy she heard the words of a song; a song sung just for her, yet sung also for every other young girl the world over as she began to blossom from child to woman.
Even as the pixie pressed Sephy’s finger deep between the folds of her pussy lips, she released her hold and flitted soundlessly up to Sephy’s head.
Sephy never remembered the exact words of that tinkling, bell-like voice. She remembered only the music and the joy that came from heeding every word that was sung into her ear that night. In all the years to come Sephy remembered that music and everything it taught her to do to herself, from her fluttering eyelids to her quickening breath, from the touch of linen sliding softly over her extremities to the feel of her hand roaming over her chest, her waist, her thighs, and her soft round bottom as she quickened the pace of her other hand within her most intimate recess, until at last her building passion became unbearable and she shouted out the very words that Gwyndylynn was singing into her ear as her pussy exploded in fireworks that changed her forever and awakened her unquenchable thirst for fulfillment of that recess within her that her fingers alone could never provide.
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Sephy’s father was quick to notice the delightful changes in his little girl, but it was her mother who was first to understand what had taken place. She knew her daughter would no longer be able to content herself as before to her schoolwork, but would devote ever more attention to fulfilling her awakening sexual desires. Her mother would never speak of it, but no woman ever forgets her awakening on the night of her own first visit from Gwyndylynn, the Teen Sex Pixie.
